So sweet
I can hardly speak
Due to such trauma
In my teeth
But your body langauge
Is telling me
That you're worth a pen
So weak
I can hardly keep
Shaky legs
Holding up my feet
But your body language
Is telling me
That I'm not to blame

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother
Wouldn't want in a son
And I have done
A few things I regret
But practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect
Sense to me

Wake up
First light
Hearing you calling out
For your criminal court
Then you fled the scene
Upon being let free
Conversation ensue
And I wanna do
So many things to you
Sit back to sit
You insist you're ahead
Sit back to sit, yeah
That's where I can feel it

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother
Wouldn't want in a son
And I have done
A few things I regret
I've become what a mother
Wouldn't want in a son
And I have done
Wwhat a mother
Wouldn't want
What a mother
Wouldn't want in a son

Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense

I've become what a mother
Wouldn't want in a son
And I have done
A few things I regret
I've become what a mother
Wouldn't want in a son
And I have done what a mother
Wouldn't want, what a mother
Wwouldn't want in a
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect sense
Practice makes perfect
Practice makes perfect
Sense to me